I wish for you

I wish for you
this day
a day of discovery
perhaps not new lands or object and affection
but new life and small mercies
and clear direction

a day of peace
not born of silence or isolation
but presence and hope
and the expectation of good

I wish for you
the awareness of blessing
and the awakening of dreams
the fulfilling of Gods image in you:
germination of passion and prose
in the moments no-one else knows
and from hours born of minutes these new memories
will grow to be cherished, never forgotten

and I pray at the end of a day
you rest in thankfulness and wonder
with anticipation of another:
This gift of God, given again.

I wish for you
this day

(c) Kent Langdon 2003

unjoining

you might be a world away
you could be in front of me
you are the memory that shapes
the faded ache
when I am reminded
of this unjoining

you are the beautiful hour
that passed when I was dreaming
you are the second thought
the faded image
when I look back
at this unjoining

you are the passion that’s left
when the conflict’s resolved
you are the question that’s asked
when the certainty
dissolves

you are the words that slip off the trip of my tongue
when the tangible loses sight of senses that come
and in the reflection
and the shadow of love
I thirst for your light when the darkness is done
It’s the dense fog that rests
on the uncertain heart
this knot is truly untying
I am adrift
on this unjoining

18 October 2002

Men and rust

yes
there are footprints in the sand
secret words written in dust
and objects stolen by men and rust
there are paths to walk
and light a few steps ahead
sometimes

everyone who is walking
runs the risk of tripping
falling
and falling
always
hurts
and those who are running the race
(with Jesus beside)
will fall harder
we all
trip
sometimes

for some every step in the sand
runs the risk of pain from man
and the secret words scream the truth
and truth hurts
sometimes

feelings stolen by men and rust
from tears which fall and corrode our trust
paths turn corners, bends are blind
and the crossroads come at the difficult times
but always a few steps ahead buried in the words you said
is the truth the light will come
the pain will
lift
the memories of falling will
drift
with
yesterday

the sun will sleep and you will come
and with me
weep

with me
stand
take my hand
when weeping is
done
we will walk
both
one.

6/12/98